Book: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child
Authors: J.K. Rowling, John Tiffany, and Jack Thorne
Publisher: Little, Brown UK
Genre: Plays, YA Fantasy
It took me ages and ages to build up the courage to read this one.
Okay…maybe not ages…but at least six months.
For many of the same reasons why I struggled to read Go Set A Watchman. Because sometimes the originals are best left as is. Don’t mess with them!
I love the Harry Potter Universe, and I had heard grumblings about Cursed Child, so it took me a long time to decide that I still wanted to read it. Because….how can I not read another J.K. Rowling – approved Harry Potter book?
And you know what?
I liked it.
I definitely understand how some HP fans are disappointed in this. Harry comes across as a bit of a douche (of course, he sometimes did as a teen as well). Delphini is a bit…shall we say, lackluster, as a new character. And it’s not an 8th HP book, not matter how many spells you cast trying to make it so.
That’s okay with me. I personally never wanted an 8th Harry Potter book. And Cursed Child has what I did want, some amazing cameos. I won’t say how those cameos come to be, but let’s just say it is glorious. It’s serious, yet funny, and an amazing romp back in the world of Hogwarts. Being a play, it also has some excellent snappy and witty dialogue. Stuff like this had me rolling:
Hermione: If some part of Voldemort survived, in whatever form, we need to be prepared. And I’m scared.
Ginny: I’m scared too.
Ron: Nothing scares me. Apart from Mum.
There was one part of the book that absolutely breaks my heart. I don’t want to spoil anything or go into details, but Harry does a BIG father no-no in one scene with Albus, and it had me tearing my hair out. What were you thinking, Harry?!
Overall, The Cursed Child was good fun, but I do hope it rests here. It’s time to leave the Harry Potter world alone. As much I adore it, I adore it as it is.